音乐 – music


I like when I see people smiling at babies.

What a nice time to be in this world where a totally foreign organism might show a random gesture of kindness to someone else’s newborn. Imagine in the past when the world was raw, more savage, and unruly, and baby humans probably had a lot less nice of a time.

I had read somewhere about ideas on the evolution of human birth, and how maybe the reason human babies have evolved to be so remarkably helpless in comparison to some other animals (like megapodes and reptiles), is that it necessitated for caregivers with cognizance and dependability, qualities of which we have a pretty good neurological capacity for refining. That necessity then served as a system of evolutionary filtration contributing to the successful passage of genetic information for those that could adequately learn and adapt. This also goes hand-in-hand with finding innovative ways to share that information – which basically jet propulsed our collective species’ intelligence from generation to generation – and now here we are, with organized systems of language, and society, and music.

Sure, the product might not be perfect, but I don’t even know what that word means. I have a bit of a hard time understanding people that spend their time and effort lamenting the state of the world we live in, without facilitating productive discussion and trying to do something about it. Until tomorrow, this is probably the best time to be alive, and every time someone jumps on the sensationalist bandwagon, they help maintain the prevalent psychosocial problems that exist within, and because of, the way that we intercommunicate.

Life is not fair, and it has never been about being fair. We could try every day to make things “fair”, but I’m not really convinced we know what that means.

Is it fair for a gazelle to be eaten alive by a bunch of lions? Or is it more fair that the cubs starve to death? Is it just a matter of transient perspective? I’m sure you can find some sympathy for both parties here, and similarly, I’m sure you could come up with a number of scenarios in which you don’t. Though, the point I’m dancing around is that I think the development of society has strongly ingrained in humanity the notion that we are different, or that the circumstances are somehow different for us, because we’re complex, and thinking, or capable of “moral” reasoning.

And fair enough. But if history has shown us anything, it’s that different societies breed different cultures, and different cultures instill and perpetuate different “morals”, and in turn glorify and vilify different values. And so we inevitably return to this existential problem where we might be persuaded into thinking it’s as simple as “good” combating “bad”, when it’s so obviously more of a deep-rooted issue than that, grounded in the varying origins of language, and subjective belief.

Why can’t one act in a collaborative and non-exploitative manner, or simply help one another, without attaching some arbitrary ideology to it? I really dislike concepts that seek to govern our social behavior, like hell, or karma, because they are so painfully self-centered, and it ultimately means that you have given away your ability to reason for yourself. To act in accord with a random doctrine.. to avoid doing something because you fear retribution, or conversely, to purposely do something in the hopes – or worse, expectation – of pleasure, or benefit. That sucks right? It’s a strange thing.

I imagine if everyone equally refrained from imposing their will upon others, many of our existential problems would float away.

I love music because it is so inherently unassuming, and it’s accessible to anyone. It’s just a rhythmic gift, for nobody in particular, thrown into the world. Some people may, and will probably always, try to seize onto music for ideological purposes, but as with language, it’ll just be whatever it is, regardless of what we try to tie it to, or have it represent. The Chinese term for “music” is “yīnyuè” (音乐), which more literally translates to “fun sound”, and I think that’s pretty nice.

家人 – family


I wonder a lot about how perceptions and interpretations from an early point of life must be – predetermined probably isn’t the right word, but maybe necessarily and profoundly shaped – by the micro- and macro- evolution of language used in a particular society before one has had a chance to learn it, or how it even came to be.

The Chinese term for “family” is “jiārén” (家人) , which more literally translates to “home people”. That’s kind of sweet, isn’t it?